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Chapter 17 by Erudite Erudite

Do you pull back in time to receive your facial? Does he fire straight into your belly? Something else?

Throat shot

You find it all very bizarre, him thrusting his cock into your mouth with an increasing tempo, breathing in through your nose and listening the thudding wet sounds of your throat being fucked as they reverberate around the room. Then suddenly it stops, his weapon sheathed deep in your throat, so deep you can't even snatch breaths through your nose.

Panic starts to set in, the mans body spasming and then you suddenly start to ****, finally the shock of not knowing what to do is taken over by a biological imperative to breathe and you pull away. Your hands steadying yourself as you try to breath and take stock of the situation. The taste of man seed fills your mouth as you take long full breaths. Your chin is covered and coated in saliva and looking down your habit you find more thick throat spit adhered to the front. You realise the man must have ejaculated straight into your throat and the whole process must have brought all this spittle up.

The manhood slips back through the whole out of your booth. The man seems to also be catching his breath but through it he says.

"Damn, you must be some find of nympho. When I heard anal was on the cards I was ecstatic, but those deepthroat skills are something else. You barely gagged and didn't stop until I'd filled your belly. Don't worry, I might be spent but I'll make sure you get well fed tonight."

You don't have your breath back enough to say 'thanks, but I'm only here because God wants somebody to disgrace my face' before he goes. Out in the corridor you can hear some murmurs and then a cheer.

Anal and deepthroat. Word is getting around. What do the 'customers' do next?

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